Mother Is A Song

my pen weeps....

Mother Is A Song

I was born on the wind
swirling through tall trees,
downstream fed valleys
into open, high grass plains
where nights twinkle stars
and days are a warm yellow
because Mother is a song.

I was raised on her voice,
carried by wrens’ wings,
spoken in blue jay chatter
that told of black soil
giving life to African Violets
sprinkled neath tall Sequoia
as each word whispered her name,
cause Mother was a song
and I was born
to be her singer.

She often spoke in violins
sounding like a fast-moving rill
cascading over smooth rock
and deep cello metaphor
dancing gleefully through
the eons old gorge
while oboeing calmly
toward the delta’s sea.
Her seas, symphonies of blue-green
waves playing with whale pod sonatas,
dolphin leaping concertos
as clown fish nestle among coral
listening to tides and meter
where all life began
and now witnessing death.

Mother is a song
and I am born on her cymbals,
loud and angry like thunder;
raised to be her lightning singer.

Mother is a song
no one listens to anymore.

Aztec Warrior/redzone  11.30.16
(NOTE: an ode to the large death of coral in Australia’s Great Barrier Reef
 due to rising sea temperatures and pollution)

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

This has got to be my favorite from you, Curt. It is stirring to read...and overflows my heart!

[Inject Positivity]

I hear your voice Red, through this write you not only expressed your innermost feelings but helped the reader to connect with you and listen to the song of mother nature. Your terrific word choices astounded me and I really loved the whole write. It somehow reminded me of my mother...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Kathy Van Kurin]

This natural world our setting; we fit to live in it's reality. We rise or fall as it does. Your poem was very sobering in it stark truth. Thankyou for it's beauty and grace. I love nature and know I need it. Kathy

[Lydia Shutter]

The gentleness of your words....the honest pain you feel at the destruction of Mother Earth....touched me. Velvety soft and filled with admiration for nature. It is as if you want to cradle Mother Earth and rock her while singing a lullaby. Tender and so very lovely. lydi***

[barleygirl]

Upon your first words, I knew this was an ode to Mother Earth . . . your descriptions of her are so lyrical & original & clearly showing your affectionate respect. You've provided such a sparkling stream of vivid observations, we are very much immersed in the swirling whirlpool of delight, just before the bottom drops out & we get the true idea of what this message is conveying. This drastic final plunge is the main strength of your amazing build-up to crescendo prior to the harsh commentary of our planet abuse. To be her "cymbals" is a brilliant piece of creativity here . . . and the brevity of the final couplet delivers a million times the power that a long-winded rant might . . . *sigh* . . . this kinda seemed like a lyrical version of my essay "Remembering Trees" ((((HUGS)))

[Tony Jordan]

I think this solves the riddle posed by Lutricia McNeal in her song 'Aint that just the way' - she sings '(It) was a very special warm and gentle person. Who put in music in the world and spoken rhyme...'. Our Mother Earth was the singer and the song!
This is magical Redzone and beautifully written.

[Paul Bell]

Think when Mother really gets angry, we'll all be saying goodbye.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a proper poem about our Mother...she gives us so much, and we just take from her and disrespect her...we need to be better children.

j.